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Stupid Muthafuckas (30 Minutes to War) Lyrics

Artist: The Group Home
Album: A Tear for the Ghetto

[Intro]Yes my name is ClariceMy husband I think he is fuckin the Avon Ladythat comes through every dayCould you tell me how can I not be a stupid bitch?{Fuck the mail man, you stupid muthafucka}

Where my bitches at?

Chorus: Lil Dap (repeat 3X)

These stupid muthafuckas wanna fuck with me, fuck with meAnd get that ass torn up seeCuz my success, rings from the top of hip hopOne day, will rule the game, in the game of hip hop

{Lil Dap}You 3 times around the world, were we plannin the markSettin the art, niggas gettin torn apartCuz my CD flow through your blood stream yoCuz niggas is shook to see a little nigga come backBlowin holes in your tracks, watching freaks reactLet's take it back, in the Group Home talkin with mackThese hoes with tracks, can't fuck around with Lil DapYo 30 minutes to war, and we ready to get it onThese bati boy, jet like niggas beefin for rapGrab my nina from the back, smack that shit outta her blackReady to attack, Group Home is strong like thatWatch your back, cuz you made it on like that

Chorus 3X

{Melachi The Nutcracker}Aiyo I break date, concentrate on how to makeOne million straight, by the Y2KEight mob, puttin suckas on their jobsPeople got robber trying to flash jewels at barsRoster farayan yellin "Go select a"I'm the Nutcracker, and you know I teach yaComin from the burks, of street regulatorRhymes out the ash, I dig in my stashPunks through the dash, cuz you get slashed fast12 O'Clock mass, kneel down and prayLike my man Ray, I got the right one ba-baySo say what you say, or say it in my faceI'm like an open case, with no clues to traceFace your defeat, I would like you to meetThis punk ass clown who walk down the street

Chorus 2X

{Lil Dap}Yo niggas really don't wanna fuck with meStains like jeans, to tear that ass out the front keyMy history of rap, got me comin back with the gatI sing on tracks, my ghetto audience they reactWhen I rap, these 89 niggas they bring it backLike dippin in the club, you and your team you rub a dubPress prenub, watch these niggas run the fuck outWithout a doubt, I hope these niggas ate there pea sproutsComin from Brooklyn, yo we explore to get it onComin from different boroughs and we flauntin the shitIf these niggas try to act up, we be packin shitDiggin the drop, the dread set watchin thisWalk the streets, serious, but understand thisMy halomic swing got them kinda lost in The SourceThese are the days, the 90's and we got to get paidOn my niggas, we shine like diamonds on a ring